Barnaby had stopped eating his spaghetti and folded his hands in front of him. “He’s in prison. For killing my mom.”
“Shit,” Nathan whispered.
Barnaby nodded. “I’ve never known him either and don’t want to. He got life without parole so I doubt I’ll ever have to worry about it, because neither of us has any desire to visit him.”
“God, I’m sorry.”
Now the younger man shook his head. “Don’t be. I know it sounds bad, it isbad, but I had a great childhood. My grandmother was the best. She never let us down for anything, she went to all our functions, supported us. We couldn’t have had a better life than with her raising us.”
Nathan smiled and found himself reaching across the booth to cover Barnaby’s clasped hands with one of his. “Sounds like she was terrific. Is she still around?”
“Oh, yeah. You would love her.”